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Jun 2016
Will you compensate truth for fame?
With your skillful tongue more active than your
hand.
Will you continue to administer sorrow freely?
Incidently blessing whom you come into contact
with.
And what chalice do we dare drink from?
A potion cleansed in what is common and
unclean,
Because my life you require for the charge of
your own.
By design you will my motion to build adoration
for guilt
Because your shrine has institutionalized my guilt
as a virtue.
So guilty I am for rejoicing your esteem
Now my eye is ceit of your deceiving womb.
The divine being in me greets the divine beings in
you.
Sive Myeki
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Sive Myeki  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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